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Sally ukulele

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  C                 
Snared about her winsome glance
     F             C
And mad about the town
   C                                   Am            F
Kicking heels has lost its charm and every boy's a clown
   F                                Am               F 
Leave a trail of dusted boots and choose a toe cap then
     C     
Or kiss me here or kick me there
      F           C
Lovers wont be friends

 Am                           
I'm a plough and you're a furrow
 F
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
 C 
I'm a weed and you are the road
 F
You were a man (You were a man)
          C
And I'm alone

Sally was a daisy chain
And Sally was a rock
Sally let her hair hang low
And Sally wore a frock
Someone saw a local boy crawl along the shore
Well, must be someone's son they thought and should've thought some more

I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed and you are the road
You're a man (You were a man)
I'm alone

Sally saw the boy come near
Right beneath the sun
Breathing hard and cockle proud
And Sally's heart was won
Not a boy she knew at first,
Not a face she'd seen
Or whispered through her ready lips
"I'll be the best I've been"

I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed and you are the road
You're a man (You were a man)
I'm alone
        C                   F
And I scorched his fingers in her face
  C              F
Scrubby mitts, saving grace
   C           
Coughed a liver
  F 
Winked to die
   Am           F
Why don't you lie?

Several gloves and half-cocked eyes
Bring nature to their deviled lives
Win some misses wanting lads
Aging in their passing fads
Leave a trail of dusted boots
And choose a toe cap then
Kiss me here or kick me there
And lovers might be friends

I'm a plough and you're a furrow
I'm a fox and you're a burrow
I'm a weed, you are the road
You're a man (You were a man)
Alone 

            
            
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